Hauntingly Starving

Chapter 1.

Lycan Sanctuary, 1976. 

Diana White stirred the contents in her bowl, her appetite lost the second her bright hazel eyes met the white sludge that was supposed to be called "oatmeal". She was seated at the window, her head to the side so that she could take in the beautiful morning sky and the way the light of the sun seemed to touch everything in it's wake. At the age of ten, she was able to venture out by herself - her parents trusting her to roam the walls of the Lycan Sanctuary, but to never leave the safety of the ancient castle that she had to call home. Her father and the other Lycan men left at midnight to get more supplies, such as food, school supplies, and clothes. 

Where was Seraphiel when we need him? her ten-year-old mind whined. 

Her mother and father and every Lycan that was left after the Great Lycan Purge in the 1400's, solemnly vowed and devoted their entire existence and life to remembering Seraphiel. 

Seraphiel! Seraphiel! Seraphiel! Diana thought, angrily. He's not even here to defend us!I had to watch my friends die! 

A tear slid down the curve of her cheek before meeting her small chin. The tear fell to the table before her. Sniffling once, Diana angrily wiped away the tear. Her eyes darted around the kitchen, trying to detect if anyone saw her at a moment of weakness. Trust no-one, Di, but remember to trust your heart, her mother would say in her gentle-dulcet voice. Currently, her mother was with some women, nursing the young babes that were born a few weeks ago. Her mother, the nurturer, the healer. 

It was no secret that most Lycans possessed rare and magical abilities that most Lycans could never master or unearth. Her mother, Samantha White, had the ability of healing. But it was not surprising, Diana smiled, her mother was the type of woman who was genuinely beautiful - inside and out. She sighed and grudgingly at at the thick oatmeal in her bowl. Making a face as the salty, soggy oats made it's way down her throat before eventually settling in her tummy. Taking another spoon -just a little bit more- she got up from her seat and made her way to the kitchen sink. Placing the bowl down in the sink, she exited the kitchen and moved towards her bedroom. Seeing as it was Saturday, and she had no classes to attend, she was going to spend her weekend as a ten-year-old should - sleep her life away. 

The minute she crossed the boundary into her room, her Lycan senses immediately noted that someone was in her room. Lifting her nose to the air, she sniffed once, twice, then jumped onto her bed with reflexes of an untrained pup. The figure emerged from her bathroom. Diana glared at the mop of brown hair that decided to enter her room without her permission.